I must have loved you,
Even before knowing,
Who you are,
What you are.
But I guess time took its course.

That's why when reality,
Like a child stands,
In front of me,
I quiver to pick her up.

I want to tell you this,
Go away, for my love,
Is and always will be
Incomplete,
And I cannot compete.

I shudder away,
When it dawns,
You deserve better
Than the best,
And I am none of the above.